Today I went to a birthday party. I met this dude that's a coworker of most my friends (the librarian bunch, went to Uni after I did). Cool guy, we talked about DnD and I thought it was awesome he was wearing eyeliner.
I left the place with one of my oldest friends from Uni and another girl that also workd with them and at some point they looked at each other and one as "hey, is [Cool guy] GAY?" and they started theorizing, and said that they felt bad because they've recently learned he's had girlfriends and now they think he was being nice because he was flirting.
They looked at me and I said something like "who cares, he's nice" and they were like "oh, but he likes to watch mushrooms and sweeping the floors". Mind you, the guy never once made any advance on any of them. They were genuienly angry because they had thought he's gay and if they'd knew they'd act different towards him (like that's the guy's fault?).
I haven't felt so out of place and completely scared of what to say in a long time. I sat by them at the table with my "impolite bisexual" and "ace and anxious" water bottle's stickers, and they thought it was a good idea to share with me their prejudice about someone else's sexuality and intentions.
After that I remembered how [Cool Guy] looked at my unmistakably queer backpack and waterbottle and decided to sit next to me and complaint about how the DnD scene was such a heterocis space, and thought that I hope that at least today he felt like wasn't prejudged.
And this is why we still need pride.














